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Monday, February 18, 2013

So sorry I've been away for so long, everyone. I've been trying like hell to get the time to start back up with Damian and Cara. Unfortunately, the time still eludes me for now. I'm in the process of polishing up the first few chapters of my full length book, with the goal of entering it in a writing contest. Having never done this sort of thing before, EVER, it's taking me much longer than I'd hoped it would. But anything worth doing is worth doing right, and nothing worth having is going to be easy. Isn't that what "they" say? Well, at any rate, that's what I'm telling myself so I don't go insane. Also, and not that I am complaining by any means, I've had a few more book ideas pop into my dreams. Sometimes you just can't deny those voices the air time they demand. So I've been writing a few pages here and there. I'm terribly excited for the newest one, and since I'm in a sharing mood, I thought I'd...well...share. And just so you guys know, this is a first draft, so don't judge it too harshly.

*clears throat* The opening for the first book in this new series.

Amelina forced her legs to carry her exhausted body through
the dense foliage at the back of her family’s estate. Faster. Keep moving. The fallen twigs scattered across the ground protested
the assault, biting into her bare feet with each panicked step. Though spring
had brought with it the vibrant green of renewed life, Old Man Winter’s
casualties lay strewn amongst the forest like landmines long forgotten. Just
waiting for someone to come along and step on them.

Almost there. You just
need to make it to the barrier.

A gunshot echoed through the trees behind her. More followed
in rapid succession, a warzone erupting in her family’s backyard. The wind
swirled through her hair, whipping it against her cheeks. The explosions were
gaining ground, closer and closer despite her adrenaline-fueled effort. Amelina
risked a quick glance over her shoulder and nearly tripped over herself when
she saw the path of destruction at her tail. It hadn’t been gunshots she’d
heard.

Something was breaking the goddamn trees in half. The three
hundred year old oak trees with trunks wider than some cars. Snapping like
goddamn toothpicks.

About Me

I'm a stay-at-home mother of two boys, sometimes three if you count my husband. I was born and raised in North Carolina, but still managed to keep my southern accent after moving to Virginia. Before my children were born, I worked as a manager in the banking industry, a career that seemed tailor-made for my over-analytical DNA. As it turned out, life had something else in mind for me. While I did not always enjoy writing (math and science were more my 'thing'), I have recently become inspired to put my fingers to the keyboard, and that sealed my fate. Now, I can't imagine not writing. Of course, I do hope to get published one day soon, but for now I am excited to share my stories with others. Even if it is only with close friends.